Hope amid despair

That's the story of every fresh morrow,
Listening to the birds singing the anthem of sorrow.
But a divine hope lits the heart's dim corner,
And there's a consoling whisper,
That one fine day,
A miracle will turn the tables, bloodshed will totally perish,
Peace, happiness and serenity will bloom and flourish.
And the eyes that encounter trauma and fear everyday,
Will eventually be guided to the illuminating way.